User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-1298206-20130628003533/@comment-1298206-20130704053332

''Number Eleven slowly clanks towards the still form of a fallen Stranger. It gently prods the body with the tip of its metal boot. The creature does not move. Number Eleven's chest plate slowly rises and falls. The metallic paws tighten around the hilt of the greatsword as it marches towards the stairwell, a sense of urgency driving it forward in its ever-quickening pace''